The Infection
My second story Submitted onto Yffstar. I can only hope it will do as well as "Phantom" did. If you're expecting a twisted/kinky/bondage story involving nazis, all I'll say is that this is a story about companionship and love, not forced sex. Sorry to dissapoint.
Obligatory stupid warning: If you are under the legal age permitted by your particlar country/state/province then you shouldn't be here. This story depicts sexual intercourse with two males yadda yadda.
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"Zinspection!" The translator screamed at them. Andrew had been forced into this concentration camp not but a week ago and already it was complete hell and misery for him. He and the other inmates from his bunker lined in a single file with the supposed inspectors walking along them, picking out the healthiest.
They stopped at him. Andrew didn't speak any German. They talked then two guards grabbed him by his arms and pulled him away from the rest of the line, who were now filing back into their bunk.
It was 1942 when Andrew had been driven form his home and forced to move west, not that it did anything to escape the Nazi soldiers. Andrew was a fox, just about five and a half feet tall. He had the regular patterns almost all foxes he knew had. Except that his arm fur was brown from the elbow down, and just the tips of his fingers showed a little bit of white.
The soldiers had brought him to a building with the word, written in his language, "Showers" on the side. He knew that it wasn't water that they showered you with. His heart started to race. He began to squirm in the soldiers grasp; one of them smacked him in the head. They got to a small one-manned room with the sprinkler for the water at the top. Andrew began to scream "NO!" when they threw him in, laughing. Still laughing, one of them waved a sarcastic "goodbye" to him as the other reached for a lever.
The icy cold water pierced through his thin clothing, he screamed again when it was turned on. He was shocked, and a little embarrassed, to find that it was just water. He stood in the freezing water for 5 minutes, just shivering.
The guards pulled him out of the shower tall and brought his shivering body to a room, where someone stripped his cloths and began to dry him. After he was dried, and re-warmed, they brought out a set of newer, cleaner cloths for him to wear. He put them on without question.
After that the two guards finally escorted him into what he had guessed to be the officer's quarters building. 'Maybe they'll put me in the kitchens' he thought to himself. Once inside the building, he was dragged up several sets of stairs, to what he assumed was the top floor. They opened a door and threw him into it, and thrust several papers into his hands before leaving him locked in the mysterious room.
Andrew got back onto his feet to find that he was placed in an officers quarters. It was fairly simple, a comfortable looking bed in the corner, a table that could fit four people in the middle of the room, plates and cutlery already in place. He began to wonder what his fate was going to be.
He hated this place, he hated his job. Leutnant Älter Jacob Clemenz walked through the halls of the Resident building. He hated torturing civilians just because he was ordered to. But in all honesty he was just as afraid of the Nazis as were most of the inmates.
Jacob was a German Shepard, the only reason why he was aloud in the German military. If he hadn't his family would surly be dead. He was 5 foot 9 inches and rather thin.
He climbed the stairs to his room on the top floor and rounded a corner to his door, which he immediately unlocked. When he opened it, he was surprised to find an inmate waiting for him. His first instinct was to ask him what he was doing here, but then he realized that the fox probably didn't speak very much German. So he decided to speak in French, a language that the fox probably knew at least a little, "Papers?" he said in French.
The fox looked dumbfounded as he handed Jacob the papers that the guards had given him earlier. The papers outlined that he was his new "volunteer" servant and assistant. Volunteer obviously meant he had just been rescued from pointless manual labour or the gas chamber.
"Bediensteter? (Servant)" Jacob asked, not realizing he was speaking in German again. He did not know the word in French. Of course he was always the one to get the leftover's, the ones that didn't speak a word of German. Jacob thought for a minute, "Name?" he asked.
"Uh... Andrew..." The fox had finally said.
"Andrew." Jacob repeated. Not a really French sounding name. What would his fellow officers think if they heard him calling his servant by name, he thought. It didn't matter, he concluded. He still needed to communicate some how with him.
Jacob looked at his watch, realizing that they would be making diner in the kitchens. He preferred to eat alone, in his quarters then with the rest of the soldiers downstairs. He would normally go down himself, but now he had his very own enslaved assistant to fetch it for him.
Jacob thought for a long time on how exactly he was going to tell Andrew to do this when an idea struck him. He gathered a small piece of paper and a pen and wrote down a series of arrows, indicating left/right/down and zigzag lines representing stairs, and the word "Kitchen" written clearly in German on the bottom. On another piece of paper he wrote down what he was going to eat for diner. He realized that he had a new mouth to feed, and quickly wrote down some simple things for Andrew to eat.
He looked at Andrew and said, using what little French he spoke, "Go... Food?" he waited for Andrew to look over the directions before saying, "Understand?" Andrew looked at him for a moment, then spoke for the second time this evening, "Y-yes."
Andrew made his way through the building using the crude instructions given to him by what he assumed was going to be his new, for lack of a better word, master. Down several flights of stairs and through several hallways, he found a door with similar markings above it as was there the bottom of his paper. He assumed it meant "Kitchen" or perhaps "Cafeteria". He cautiously opened the door to see the many cooks. He stood in the door way until on of the cooks noticed him and started to scream things he didn't understand. Andrew showed him the other paper his 'master' had given him. The chef looked at it a moment, gave Andrew a dirty look and after a few moments, produced a platter with two plates on it. The chef pointed to a pile of lids and went back to what he was doing. Andrew grabbed on that seemed to fit and made his way back upstairs to his master's room.
He began to wonder where it was he was going to be spending the night, perhaps his own bedroom, or perhaps he was going to be thrown back into the bunker with the others again.
He walked up to his master's door to find it locked. Andrew knocked twice on it and it was opened to see the familiar dog to open it. He beckoned Andrew inside and took the platter from him. The Shepard put it on the table and took one of the plates. Andrew stared hungrily. The dog looked at him, then said, "Essen sie" pointing to the other plate.
Without hesitation the fox sat down in on the chairs and rammed as much of the food in his mouth as possible.
As the fox began stuffing his face, Jacob began to realize that this was probably the first decent meal he's had since he's got here. Jacob began to feel pity for the scrawny fox, even after being desensitized from all the suffering he had to work with.
Within minutes the plate was empty, but Jacob's was still full. The fox looked at Jacob, realizing what he had just done, he blushed. Jacob put down his own knife and fork, picked up his own plate and placed it in front of Andrew, who looked at him as if he had saved his life before scarfing that down as well.
"Thank you," He said to Jacob in French.
Jacob smiled, pointed to himself and said, "Jacob."
Andrew smiled, and in return he said, "Thank you, Jacob."
During the hour after diner, they had made a small conversation, composed mostly of single words they spoke of the others language.
"Where you... uh..." Jacob started.
"From? West... farm" Andrew stated, trying to keep it as simple as possible for Jacob.
"Family?" Jacob asked.
Andrew suddenly looked very sad and shook his head, "Not any more..."
Jacob had immediately regretted asking him, having a pretty good guess as to what had happened to them. "Sorry," He said, before getting up.
Jacob walked over to his closet, or what he was using as a closet. He opened the door and retrieved several uniforms and boots and looked into the dark, extremely small room. The bed took up almost all of the space. The ceiling was low and had a bar going from one end to another. There was no lighting beside what had crept through the doorway.
"Tired?" Jacob asked.
Andrew's only reply was a nod of the head, still saddened by the loss of his family.
"Sleep here," Jacob said, Andrew looked over. "I... leave door open." Jacob said after Andrew had made his inspection of the cramped space. Normally officers would have to lock the door should their 'assistances' need punishing or simply sleep, in case they should attempt escape, but from what he learned of Andrew, he could be trusted. And this could be used to show an act of good faith.
Neither one of them slept that night, Jacob, having gone over the days events over his head, disgusted with himself; and Andrew was mourning the loss of his family, had to hold beck his tears, as to not show weakness in front of Jacob.
The sun eventually rose, which meant that today's schedule had begun. Jacob rose from his bed and walked over to the small make-shift room for Andrew. "Sleep?" He asked the fox.
"No." Andrew replied.
"I did not too" Jacob simply said.
The days events after Andrew fetched breakfast included a basic inspection of the guard towers, a pile of paper work that Andrew sat through, unable to help at all, lunch, more paper work, and inspection of the newest batch of inmates (which Jacob aloud Andrew not to attend) then diner and then an hour of conversation and language lessons.
This pattern continued for a week straight. Jacob beginning to grow attached to his new friend. Another week past by, they were able to talk in an actual conversation and Andrew was able to help with some of the paper work. It was during this week that Jacob had noticed Andrew beginning to act happier, but more fatigued. After some thought, he had decided to ask Andrew about this.
"Is there something wrong?" Jacob asked one night at diner.
"No, just a head ache, nothing more." Andrew said lying. He had been getting terrible head aches and stomach aches for the past week, but didn't want to show weakness in front of the enemy. But was Jacob really the enemy now? Perhaps it is possible for there to be some good in the other side. He decided it was probably best to stick to his story. And he began to finish his meal.
"I think I'll sleep with my door closed tonight, Jacob." Andrew said an hour later as he ducked into his small bed, closing the door behind him, leaving him in pitch darkness.
"Goodnight" Jacob had said just after Andrew had closed the door. At least this gave Jacob some 'alone' time with himself. He waited a few minutes for the rumbling of Andrews bed to stop before taking his cloths off and crawling into bed, naked. He began to think of thoughts to arouse him, the usual things, mostly girls from back home that he remembered, but it wasn't quite doing the trick.
He let his mind wonder a bit before his thoughts went to Andrew. He instinctively began to rub himself as he begun to think about what the skinny fox looked like naked. 'Wait, no, this is wrong!' his mind told himself. But the body was more willing. His mind was lost, trying to justify masturbating to his male friend. It was something that he would get sent to the gas chambers for, should any one find out. But he was well enough alone, and he thought it would hurt anyone if it was just this once.
At this point his shaft had gotten completely tall and rigid, to its full height and hardness at the thought of Andrew. He stroked his dick and moaned in pleasure. He began to think of Andrew sucking his cock, taking his full length into his muzzle, and that only made Jacob moan louder and rub faster. Then the tables turned, he had Andrews penis in his mouth, suckling at the piece of flesh. He was shocked at himself for a moment but continued to grasp at his shaft. He wondered what it felt like, to have another male inside him. The curiosity alone was enough to get him off. Hot streams of cum spurted out onto his chest as he moaned Andrews name, panting.
After resting, and re-gathering his thoughts, he looked at what he just did, what he just thought; he smiled realizing that he didn't give a damn. He didn't care if anyone knew. He just lay there, thinking about Andrew until he fell asleep.
Andrew fell asleep almost instantly when he hit the tattered, worn pillow. He dreamt of Jacob, he didn't know why. They were running away, out of the camp together to live at his old farm house. It was a very strange dream, and he didn't know why he thought it so appealing.
The pleasant dream was cut short when he woke up, an unknown amount of time later. He turned to his side, his head in between the little space between the wall and his bed meant for getting in and out. He began to vomit for what seemed like forever to him. Finally it was all out, and the only thing he could remember before he fell unconscious again was the putrid smell of vomit and blood.
The next mourning, Jacob arose to see a crisp sunny day waiting for him out side. He was in an extremely good mood for someone who was forced into working in a concentration camp. He was still a mess from last night's adventure, and figured it would be best to get the smell off him before he woke Andrew up. He went across the hall to where the washroom was. He picked an empty shower stall and scrubbed off the hardened cum off himself with the soap provided. Jacob walked back to his room and put on his usual uniform.
Jacob opened the door slowly, so Andrew wouldn't be blinded by the immense amount of light coming from the window. "Andrew? It is time to wake up..." Jacob said, but received no reply, "Andrew?" he repeated. He opened the door further and poked his head in, only to be hit with thick scent of blood and vomit.
"Andrew!" Jacob screamed. He reached into the dark, cramped room for his body. Jacob carefully pulled him out. "Andrew... Wake up!" he said in German. Jacob began to panic. "Oh god, SCHEISSE!!" He screamed over and over again.
"Calm down." He told himself. He picked up Andrews body again and ran as fast as he could with him down stairs, outside, across the field, and into the medical building. "Help! Somebody help me!" He screamed at the nurses.
"What happened?" One of them asked.
"I don't know, I woke up and when I went to his room, there was vomit and blood everywhere. Please you must help him." He pleaded.
"Who is he?" The nurse asked.
"Uh..." He thought for a moment, "A translator. He interprets the British and Canadian radio waves." He lied.
The nurse looked at him a moment and then said, "Alright, get him on a table,"
"Thank you." Jacob said.
Jacob waited, and read the battle reports while he did so. The Allied powers had pushed through another couple of miles closer to their position, the entire camp was on high alert and any evidence of the prisoners was being destroyed, including the prisoners themselves. Jacob only glanced at them, his mind completely focused on Andrew.
About an hour had passed before the nurse came back, "He has a terrible infection, I think we stopped it, but the rest is really up to him. Can't do much anyway with the supplies we got."
"So, is he going to be okay or what?"
"I really don't know."
"Can he be moved back to his room?"
"I suppose, but someone's got to feed and clean him. And I'm afraid I'm already short on staff."
"I'll do it," Jacob finished.
There was no better way to get him back upstairs then to just carry him by hand, there were no stretchers available, and Jacob didn't want to risk anyone finding out that this "translator" was staying in his room.
He put Andrew in his bed, so that he could get at him more easily. He told his superiors he was feeling under the weather and was going to stay in, they bought it.
He spent the majority of the day waiting by Andrews's bedside, holding his hand in an attempt to wake him (or so he told himself).Until it was about time for diner. Jacob had made the usual list of things to eat, but when he returned to his room with the food, he realized that Andrew couldn't eat it in his state. And frankly, neither could he.
It was about 9 o'clock when Jacob felt a stirring and a slight grip in his hand, "Andrew?" He quietly called out. He heard a small grunt in response. Jacob gasped in excitement and stood over him with great speed, "You're awake." He said in French, smiling. Andrew smiled back and looked up at Jacob with eyes being forced to stay open and a smile that wasn't getting enough energy to get through all the way.
"Food?" Andrew said in barely a whisper.
"Yes... yes there is food." Jacob replied as he rose to get Andrews plate. He cut off a small piece of meat with the knife and fork and carefully put it in Andrews's mouth. Andrew closed his eyes, clearly unable to keep them open any more. He hopelessly began to open and close his mouth in a vain attempt to chew. After a while on the one piece he gave and forced it back out of his mouth.
Jacob looked at the small piece of meat and then at Andrew. Thinking for a moment he picked up the piece of meat and put it in his own mouth. He chewed it until it was swallowable then did the one thing he would have only done as a last resort until now.
He put his lips to Andrew's. His eyes were closed and he used his hand to open Andrew's mouth and he force-fed him the pre-chewed meat. He held it for a moment longer then broke it to see Andrew swallow it all.
Andrew fell back asleep. Jacob sat there next to him, thinking about the semi-kiss he had just given. He mind was bent on that. He wondered what Andrew would think of it when he woke up. He wondered if Andrew would wake up at all. When he thought this, and thought about what would happen if Andrew had died, he broke out in tears he was trying to hold back since the 'kiss'. After a few moments he was openly crying; hoping that this fox of his would at least see another day. Another day they could spend together.
To be Concluded
Authors note: Sorry to leave you hanging, I promise i'll finish it. Really. Any way, i'll have the Sequel to this in the next week or two, so don't get too excited. I'm telling you in advance: I won't give away anything about the next one. No matter how much you beg.
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